2017 Day-By-Day

Day 264

Days of Awe

The gates are now open

and the Book of Life is being written

I am seemingly in the same place as before

A few Rosh Hashanahs ago, I wrote a poem

I sat alone, yet surrounded by people

and thinking about leaving

But I knew I was where I belonged

And this Rosh Hashanah,

I’m not so sure anymore

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